[ Oh. It was one of those talks. Nelson seemed determined to draw him into this, no matter what he did, but leaning against him, HJ just gave him a look tipping his head so he could catch sight of his blonde hair, before leaning back into the couch a bit, arm sliding up to the back of the couch. Accommodating. ]
In the City? It's a step above being dead.
[ But he knew that it wasn't the question. The question was did he want to be here, with Nelson. That, HJ didn't know how to answer. Did he?
It was comfortable, and familiar, and the only place he could think of being, other than alone, out on the streets. Not that there he wouldn't survive, or thrive out there, but there were advantages to being here. Sometimes, he thought of leaving, not coming back, and reminding himself how weak he'd become, but still his feet always came back this way.
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In the City? It's a step above being dead.
[ But he knew that it wasn't the question. The question was did he want to be here, with Nelson. That, HJ didn't know how to answer. Did he?
It was comfortable, and familiar, and the only place he could think of being, other than alone, out on the streets. Not that there he wouldn't survive, or thrive out there, but there were advantages to being here. Sometimes, he thought of leaving, not coming back, and reminding himself how weak he'd become, but still his feet always came back this way.
Every night. ]
I don't go anywhere I don't want to be.